Across the Harbor & a Musical Afternoon
Last year, we had wanted to go across the harbor to a small settlement. Our guide thought that it might be unsafe, so we decided against it. This year, with the input of our local guides, we decided to go over but stick close to the waterfront. There was a church over there that had ties to the Santería and Yorùbá religions (see Day 03). Many people cross over on the ferry to make offerings, and we felt this was an extension of what we had seen earlier in the week as well as an opportunity to see a different part of the city.
Many years ago, one of the ferries was hijacked with a view to heading for the US. I don’t think they made it out of the harbor, but since that time, security is very strict boarding the ferry. This, by the way, was no fancy ferry. It was old, rusty, had minimal seating … but it did float.
We could not photograph inside the ferry terminal, so Arnie had visions of my disappearing into one of the Habana jails when I thought it was OK to photograph and started to click the shutter. Woops, no, we were still inside the official, governmental, ferry confines, albeit outside the actual building, so I apologized and quickly put the camera down. Whew!
On the other side of the harbor, people were fishing. I am not sure I would want to eat anything that came out of that industrial harbor, but then, I do not have a cast-iron stomach!
We checked in at the church and our guide found there was going to be a ceremony for the Santería a bit later in the morning, so we meandered the streets, each person finding his/her own images. It was not a busy part of the city, so when I saw this scene, I knew what I wanted and had to wait a bit until a young mother came around the corner, adding a splash of color to the street.
A lineman set up a tall, orange ladder and climbed up to do battle with the snaggle of wires around the pole. His friend, below and out of the image behind me, kept up a Continue reading